His voice was further away then, “Of course you can stop me. You need only voice the magic word. Until then, I wish you to be deprived of your senses so that you are more aware of the seriousness of the situation you've gotten yourself in.”
A smirk touched her lips. She knew this was all simply a sexual game to this man, and would play along as much as necessary. “As you wish, master...” she said, sarcastically drawing out the word.
“'Master', hmm? Normally I'd say that was a bit over the top, but with your sweet young lips saying it?” The piercing sound of a leather belt being cracked shot through the room. “I like it.”
The first smack against her rear end was muffled through the layers of her skirt and underwear. Still it surprised her, pushing a yelp from her throat.
“You will refer to me as 'Master' from this point forward.” He stated, calmly.
“I will...” he smacked her rear again, “do no...” and again, “such thing!”
He let out an exaggerated sigh. “Clearly your punishment is not difficult enough.” She could hear his footsteps as he wandered around to her front. He grabbed one of her breasts through all of the clothing layers, squeezing it cruelly.
“Would you like to rethink your position, before we need up the ante?”
A laugh escaped her throat then. Some mad part of her mind caused the words to tumble out of her throat. “Do your worst!”
She could not see, but she could feel the air pressure change as he moved away from her, rummaging through the room. Finally when he returned, she felt him slowly pull her button down blouse out of her skirt. When finally it was free, he pulled it away from the skin and something cold and metallic lay against her bare flesh.
“What are you doing?” she asked, fear rising in her voice.
“Don't concern yourself. I won't hurt you,” he said, as she felt the blade pull away from her skin, causing a button to pop free. “Much.”
Her breathing quickened, and she cursed herself again. She would not allow him to make her enjoy this too. This was strictly a business transaction. She repeated that fact to herself over and over again.
Another button flew off, and a third, as he reached her bra. She wriggled again, struggling, but her legs could find no purchase. He simply laughed at her predicament and continued running the blade up the center of her chest, deftly undressing her.
“You could have just used the buttons!” she exclaimed, unable to hold her tongue. “If you ruin this set of clothing, I don't have another!”
She felt the blade slowly trail up to her throat, and his body heat as he leaned into her, his mouth so very close to her own. “That was the point, my pet.” His free hand reached behind her, gripping her ass cheek tightly and pulling her against him so that she could tell how much he was enjoying himself.
“You have to earn your clothes.”
“Fine!” she shrieked, despite the fact he was already slipping the knife underneath her bra. “Just stop ruining them, they're very expensive! What do you want me to do? I'll do anything!”
He stopped, mid cut on the bra. He very slowly pulled the blade away and stepped backwards. She sensed she was losing his attention, “I mean, I'll do anything, Master..” She gave the final word all of the emphasis.
Suddenly she felt the rope loosen and her feet could touch the ground. Her hands were given some measure of length, falling down slightly. She heard him approach her, from behind, his deep voice whispering directly into her ear.
“This is only the first step in breaking you down, my pet.” His fingertips reached to her front, pushing into her bra and grabbing her bare breast. She felt her body tremble in response, her nipples already standing out to his ministrations. “And already you say you are willing to do whatever I want.”
He pinched her nipple, hard, causing a moan to escape her lips. He kept at it, pinching and twisting, leaving pleasure but also pain.
“I see your spirit too well. You are not yet broken. You simply are trying to give up, so that perhaps I will give up on my plans.” His hand moved to her other untouched breast and began the process over again.
“But I am so very patient. And you have so much to atone for.” His tongue darted out, slowly licking her neck and running his teeth along it. Once again, she felt a moan rising to her lips, but suppressed it.
“Still, I am a benevolent master. For today, and only today, I will allow you what you wish.”
Still blindfolded, she could only feel as he kicked her legs from under her. She fell to her knees abruptly, but not hard as her hands were still held by the rope pulls. They were simply above her head again.
The unmistakable sound of a zipper being undone sounded directly in front of her face. Her body began to tingle in response. In all her time being sexually active, she'd never done anything like this, and despite the seriousness of the situation, she was soaking wet.
She could hear the sound of flesh upon flesh next to her head, and she struggled to tell exactly where he was.
“I love the fact that you're going to take me in your mouth, and you have no idea what my dick even looks like.” He said, and slowly pushed himself to her lips, running the tip along them. “Oh but you will,” he promised. She felt his sticky precum as it coated her lips.
Then he smacked her cheek with his cock, hard. She raised her head, stunned at that sort of treatment. “How dare you? I will not be...”
He did it again to her other cheek, his dick heavy with blood and hard as a rock. He then began to play at her lips which she, aggravated, closed tight.
“You will be treated however I choose, my pet. You will be punished however I choose. Else you are free to leave.”
He waited just long enough for her to speak against it, if that was her choice, but she remained silent. Her lips remained closed as well. He reached down then and lay his hand under her jaw. His strength easily pulled her jaw apart, and the head of his dick pushed in the gap immediately.
She was surprised once the head was actually in her mouth. She was not a tiny woman, but her jaw was stretching wide just to accommodate the massiveness of his cock. She could feel the ridge though, this was only the beginning, and already she was afraid she might strangle on it.
She had to adjust herself on her knees, moving so that her throat was in more of a straight line. It was difficult to do, blindfolded and bound from above, but she managed. He moaned in approval from above and pushed another inch inside.
“Ah, perfect my pet.” His hand caressed the top of her head, urging her to take more. “Once you are broken, you will be perfect.” He slowly rocked himself out to the head, then pushed back in, more this time, and again, over and over until he'd filled her entire throat.
“Come now,” he chuckled. “There's so much more of me, and this is all the throat you have?”
She couldn't speak, she simply tried to move to let him push in more.
“Has no one taught you how to push a dick deep in your throat?” He asked, though she could not answer. Laughter mixed with his moans. “Well, I suppose I will need to teach you in more than one way.”
With that he gripped a huge chunk of her hair and smashed even further down her throat. She stopped her movement, letting him do what he desired to her, quite aware of how much more of her he was taking than any other man had. Still, she felt no balls touch her chin, and her mouth kept stretching wider and wider. How much bigger could he possibly be?
She knew that she'd reached her limit. She could only breathe when he pulled all the way out, and thrust back in. She told herself to relax, that he would not allow her to get harmed, but the thrusts, the deep groans that escaped him, concerned her. He was clearly enjoying her, but what if he lost control?
He reached a steady rhythm, pulling all the way to the head, then smashing back in, his dick slamming into the back of her throat and curving even further. Over and over he did so, over and over she had to take gasping breaths when he wasn't filing her up. She was feeling lightheaded fr
om the quick, hard breathing, not to mention her own excitement.
She didn't even know dicks came this big. She'd never felt one before that was wider than her mouth. She was somewhat disappointed that she couldn't caress it with her tongue or suck on it.
Once the thought entered her mind, she knew she had to try. It seemed too big to suck but maybe if she just tried hard enough...
It had the desired effect. She felt him lose the rhythm and his moan that time was one of surprise. He gripped her hair even harder and began to face fuck her brutally, stabbing his dick deep inside of her over and over.
“My pet is such a dirty whore,” he gasped out, as he completely lost control. She barely had time to suck down a big breath before he pushed even further down her throat that she thought possible and exploded, his cock trembling as wave after wave of hot seed rushed down. He thrust once again, and another spurt coated her esophagus. Finally he yanked himself out, and she could hear the sound of his hand working his cock in front of her. Another wave hit her directly in the face, coating her nose and mouth with streaks of his juices.
She leaned forward, catching her breath, and she could hear him nearby doing the same. She heard him rummaging about, and finally the rope was loosened. Her arms fell down to her sides heavily, lacking blood.
He untied the rope, then cut the tie that originally bound her before guiding her back into the first room. Finally he removed the blindfold. He once again looked unflappable, as if he had not only moments ago been forcefully stuffing himself down her throat.
He pushed her back to her kennel, but she once again resisted. “What the Hell? I thought that I'd earned something from you by doing that? Why do I have to go back in there?”
He laughed as he slid the lock into the key. He moved back to the second plate he'd originally brought in. He set it in front of her cage. “Would you rather have a bed, or dinner?”
Her mind quickly went to the steak that he'd just enjoyed. It'd been so long since she'd had good meat like that, and really what did one more night in the kennel matter? She licked her lips. “Dinner. I want dinner!”
“Don't suppose you want any 'bananas' with your meal?” He asked, almost playfully.
She shook her head, any discomfort from the previous room forgotten by the food under the plate.
“No! Please!” She leaned forward, her hands against the bars. “Please, Master?” She amended.
“Good, my pet.” He pulled the cover away to reveal what was to be her dinner: canned tuna and a bowl of baked beans. Her nose wrinkled in distaste.
“What the fuck is this?” She demanded.
“This, my pet, is what those who are not billionaires eat after the fall of humanity. It's time you learned some humility.” He stood, leaving the food sitting next to her, brushing the dirt off of his impeccable clothing. “Eat up, tomorrow is going to be a very rough day for you.”
Her Lesson
Breaking Her Down #2
by
Claudia Balvenie
@claudiabalvenie
claudiabalvenie.com
Copyright 2015.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the author.
CHAPTER 1
It had been nearly a year since the creatures had taken over. So long ago, the world fell to their feral hungers and the average human was forced to become just as savage in order to survive in this new land.
Diana had been spared the greater part of this. As one of the super elite, she had purchased a share of a handful of bunker condos, one that allowed her to live in nearly the same way as before. Though it had not been perfect after all, she still was alive, fed and comfortable. It gave her a different perspective on the world than the rest of the populace.
Yesterday the compound was attacked. It was still unfathomable to her, the very idea that the average man would attack his betters, when they had clearly prepared far before the fall and had used their hard-earned millions to make certain they were still comfortable. Hell, she didn't have to use her money for it, so many others did not! They simply bought planes or island homes or whatever else might be fashionable.
After her parents had passed, Diana was still in her early twenties. Unlike her peers, she thought that investing in such a bunker was worthwhile. They teased her incessantly. Now she lived, and they did not.
Of course, she wasn't certain about the others that owned bunkers. She got out, racing into the wilderness at the urging of one of the bunker's janitorial staff. She had waited, while explosion after explosion destroyed everything she and her parents had created. She knew that someone would have survived and come to find her and protect her. That was what she'd paid for, after all!
The man who did rescue her was not at all what she'd expected. He found her and saved her from being eaten by one of the grotesque monsters that now called her world home. She would have been devoured, had this man not destroyed it right before her eyes.
Looking back, she could tell she was already attracted to him, dark hair and eyes, body tightly muscled as if he'd developed it by fighting, not by merely working out. He wielded his machete as if it were an extension of his arm, destroying each of the creatures as it attacked them.
When he had defeated all of their enemies, and stood above her, dripping in their blood, she thought her hero had finally come.
Instead he knocked her out and she woke up in a cage.
He knew of her wealth and the bunker she'd closeted herself in. He knew exactly who she was and what she'd invested in.
He blamed her for supporting the scientists who loosed this plague upon the earth.
And he intended to punish her for it.
CHAPTER 2
The next morning she awoke to the sound of her captor banging on the bars of her cage with a can.
“Rise and shine, my pet!”
Diana blinked several times and tried to sit up, only to bang her head against the top of the kennel. He smirked at her pain. He clipped the leash to her collar before finally unlocking the door and gesturing for her to come out.
She crawled through slowly, every muscle protesting in agony. It had taken her hours to finally fall asleep the previous night, cramped into the tiny cage. He'd offered her a bed, but she'd taken food instead. When she saw the canned tuna he'd given her instead of the steak that he'd eaten, she'd known she made a mistake.
He tossed her a candy bar. She wrinkled her nose at it, “What's this?”
He was busy packing up behind her. “Breakfast,” he stated simply.
“It's nothing but chemicals, formulated to feed and addict the populace. Fatten them all up, cheaply. I'm not eating this.”
He shrugged without turning to her. “Then starve. It's your decision.”
She let it fall to the ground, disgusted. He turned to her again and yanked her to her feet by the leash. She stumbled in her broken heel, but put on a dignified face. He had not broken her.
He wrapped the leash around his knuckles and picked up the candy. He slowly ate it in front of her, his eyes very pointedly moving from her face all the way to her feet, and back up again. She flinched from his intense stare and looked away first, pulling her button-less blouse back tightly across her chest.
He laughed at that. “Enjoy your modesty. You won't have it much longer.” He reached out, letting his finger trail from the hollow of her neck slowly to the beginning of her cleavage. “You recall your safe word?”
“I'm not a complete buffoon!” She snapped, her voice heated. Yes, she'd made this agreement. Yes she would submit to his whims, whatever they were, so long as he protected and provided for her. Even then he promised that if she wished to stop, she need only utter this word and he would let her leave, even give her the supplies she needed.
Still it galled her. She was famous, wealthy, important. He was no one. She would never even have spoken to this man had the world not fal
len. Yet here he was, insisting on liberties she had never allowed anyone before. The night before he'd forced her to her knees, stuffing his huge cock deep in her throat. When he exploded, it was the first time she'd ever felt those hot, sticky juices in her throat. It was degrading and disgusting.
Though she'd never admit it, she wanted to see what he'd do next.
He jerked her face close to his own, a growl low in his throat.
“You will not take that tone with me, bitch. Do you understand?” His voice was a low whisper, dripping with promise.
Her face grew even redder, both rage and excitement mixing. “I shall speak how I wish!”
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